Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Crime,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.